All I ever get from you is breakfast dinner and teaServed with all the love that you possessSo tomorrow I'll be off with nothing left in meBar a helping of your tenderness

People said before we met how good you could beEspecially at well that they didn't saySo I let my imagination get the better of meNot thinking that I would regret that very day

Now I'm mixed up with a girlWho believe me cooks like a proBut outside of thatIt's no good at what she should be, loving me

Now I'm mixed up with a girlWho believe me cooks like a proBut outside of thatIt's no good at what she should beAll I ever get from you is breakfast dinner and teaServed with all the love that you possessSo tomorrow I'll be off with nothing left in meBar a helping of your tenderness

All I ever get from you is breakfast dinner and teaBreakfast dinner and tea